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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I write about a random 10 year old girl with a description of what state in the US the girl lives in, the girl's name, her current height, her hair color and style and eye color and her appearance and what she's wearing. Have the girl be talking about how girls in general need to be more understanding of shorter guys and how men shouldn't be judged for their height and have it be in quoted text. Have her be walking home from school when she trips causing her shoes and socks to fall down a small ditch. Have the girl rush down to get her shoes and socks tripping over a massive pair of platform sandals slipping her feet into them accidentally. Have the girl try to remove the giant shoes but be unable to freaking out. Have her freak out screaming for her mommy and have it be in quoted text and have it be like a little kid saying it. Have her feet slowly crack and age growing massively until they fit in the platform sandals complete with a pedicure. Have her slowly grow to a height over 7.5 ft tall as her arms and legs and body feminize as she gains a pair of boobs. Have the girl say how she hopes she isn't gonna become a meanie to guys shorter than her and how she hopes to be the same kind girl she is now and have it be in quoted text. Have a custom made black dress with no legs form on her new body as lipstick and makeup formed on her face. Have earrings form in her ears and a purse form on her shoulder. Have the girl freak out screaming for her mommy again but have her voice turn deeper and female and have a Russian accent halfway through the sentence and have it be in quoted text and broken English halfway through the sentence. Have the girl lose her memories completely until she only remembers being the woman. Reveal the woman's name, age, height and why her platform sandals were in the ditch as she picks up the shoes and socks. Have the woman say how tiny the shoes and socks are and how one shoe could probably fit on one of her toes and have it be in quoted text and broken English and have the woman say yes in Russian a lot still in English letters and have the woman laugh before tossing the shoes and socks in the grass. Have the woman ask herself why she's in the ditch and why she was holding those puny shoes and have it be in quoted text and broken English and have the woman say yes in Russian a lot still in English letters. Have the woman turn around looking over the ditch while being in it and have her take one step out of the ditch back onto the sidewalk. Have the woman smile as she thinks about how happy she is to be single. Have the woman mention how she would prefer taller men anyway which is probably impossible with her height and have it be in quoted text and broken English and have the woman say yes in Russian a lot still in English letters. Have the woman look down at her platform sandals with a smile before stomping more aggressively as she walked down road and have her be laughing really loud as she does so. Have the woman notice a bug on the ground eyeing it carefully before bringing her foot up and stomping on it with her platform sandal. Have the woman say how tiny the bugs are and how she loves crushing them like back home and have it be in quoted text and broken English and have her say yes in Russian a lot still spelled Da and have her add one little Russian saying at the end of her sentence. Have her start singing a Russian female song and have it be in quoted text and broken English and Russian. Have the woman walk up to a mirror posing before thinking about the shoes and doing a sarcastic Russian laugh. Have the woman mock the puny American shoes and how she could stomp all over them and have it be in quoted text and broken English and have her say yes in Russian still spelled Da.
Once upon a time, in a cozy little town in Georgia, there was a 10-year-old girl named Suzie. Suzie was a petite,4-feet-tall ball of energy, with curly, honey-blonde hair cascading down to her shoulders and piercing, bright green eyes. Her everyday attire consisted of brightly colored overalls, tiny white socks, sneakers, accompanied by a warm, infectious smile. Walking home from her school one fine day, Suzie started speaking earnestly to her friend. "You know," she said, "girls gotta understand that short guys are no less than tall guys. Men shouldn't be judged by their height." Just as she finished her wise words, her foot caught on something, causing her to trip and lose her shoes and socks in a small ditch. Suzie raced after her footwear, stumbling over a pair of gargantuan platform sandals hidden in the ditch. Fumbling with her small hands, she attempted to remove the oversized shoes, but to her horror, they refused to come off. Panicking, she began to scream, "MOMMY, I NEED HELP!" Just then, a strange thing happened. Her tiny feet began to crackle and expand until her feet snugly fit the platform sandals perfectly. Her body stretched and elongated, growing past the height of 7.5 feet. Her arms, legs, and body began to feminize, eventually sprouting a pair of shapely breasts. "I don't wanna be a meanie to guys just cause I'm taller now," Suzie exhaled anxiously. "I hope to be the same good girl I was." Suddenly, a custom-made black dress, lipstick, and makeup appeared on her. A pair of stylish earrings appeared in her ears, and a stylish purse draped itself over her shoulder. Suzie screamed again, "MOMMY, HELP M--" Her voice gradually shifted, deepened, began to echo with a female Russian accent. "Momma... I need help..." she asked, her sentence trailing into broken English. Then everything blacked out. When she opened her eyes, she was no longer Suzie but was Yelena, a 35-year-old, 7.5-foot-tall Russian woman. She had forgotten everything about being Suzie. Yelena's size was quite justified - she was a former basketball player, and her platform sandals had ended in the ditch after a wild night out. Picking up Suzie's tiny shoes and socks, Yelena examined them closely. "These tiny shoes... can fit on one of my toes only, da?" she chuckled heartily, her laughter echoing off the trees and tossing the miniature shoes into the grass. "Umm, why was I holding these puny shoes, da?" Yelena asked herself, stepping out of the ditch back onto the sidewalk. A smile crept onto her elegantly made-up face as she reveled in her singlehood. "Better to have taller men anyway, dah? But that seems difficult now!" she chuckled, peering down at her sandaled feet. Walking down the road, Yelena took aggressive, ground-shaking steps in her platform sandals, her laughter loud and infectious. Spotting a bug on the ground, she looked at it curiously before raising her foot and squashing it effortlessly. "So small insects, just like back home, da?" Yelena chuckled merrily and added a Russian saying, "Malysh kvartiry ne zastavit." She began to sing a beautiful Russian song by Polina Gagarina called "Ya Tebya Ne Proshchu Nikogda" her voice blending with the hum of the evening breeze. Seeing her reflection in a mirror at a storefront, she posed playfully, giving a hearty Russian laugh. "American shoes are so puny, da? Easy to stomp!" Yelena chortled, her laughter filling the empty street as she continued her merry walk, stomping at intervals, and singing all the way.
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